This night drifts slowly towards the dawn.
Such nights are for slow songs and solitude.
To contemplate; create.
To open hidden doors.
To fill blank pages
With oceans of consciousness.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
as quickly as I lay on my cradle to sleep that night,
the dark bit my head as I turn off the light
my sheets start to fold in, pulling me into a wrap
bringing me to a place between the real and the unreal, a gap
my eyes closed, my conscious asleep
my mind opened, my thoughts start to creep
dancing in pandemonium in the corners of my brain
psyched! I think I might be awake in my dream
extraordinary things I see after the passing of a bright gleam
rainbow behind clouds, magical creatures, and unusual things flee
a girl runs freely then fumbles along with her dress longer than it should be
psyched! this girl must be me!
a strange woman suddenly appears, helps her up and gives her a look
she smiles at her and gives her a kiss on her forehead
my conscious falls out of my sheets, my eyes snap open
again, this woman visits me in my dream
I wonder if she could be that special someone taking a peep
her image suddenly passes my sight
I know the stars could be holding her tonight
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
you were the mystery beneath the shadows
the dull that once was, shifted to something new
you were the tears that she would sow
knees fall on the floor, now an unfamiliar view
my feet walk in haste, if meeting would allow
change is certain, fear is left for no one to dine
gone are the days, when you let me down
colors sprangle, your face beams at mine
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
tonight the moon is the soul
she weeps in gold
from the berth lingers a call
the sheets start to unfold
the stars ebb, the night collides
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.
While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
I was the moon
And you were the stars
You were faraway
But I knew you were out there
I was surrounded by your presence
Yet never knew your touch
I was the moon
Traveling on my own
Wondering if we would ever meet
One day the light was different
When you came into my life
You became my sun
I was finally warmed by your touch
But it was ever fleeting
Always a chase
Rarely meeting
I was the moon
And you were the sun
Saying goodbye became a greeting
Every now and then our epic chase
Would turn into a meeting
An eclipse and melding of souls
Almost as soon as it began it would end
And we would begin our chase again
I was the moon
And you were the sun
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Loved, loved, because of a face so lovely
A mysterious, charming of a girl … but who was she?
Lost, with doubt that never vanished, much to her dismay
Troubling her mind with such disarray
Surrounded her are eyes swimming with confusion
Who could help her ruin all the commotion?
Then came a beautiful boy filled with curiosity
Do you think he could give an end to her mixed misery?
j.m
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
So many a time,
that (I)'ve asked
a damaged little bird
to fix its own wings.
I (l)end out a helping hand,
when it said it couldn't do so
Then I said, "Go and fly with your new wings."
It thanked then left,
I found new bliss to see the little bird
soaring high ab(ove) the clou(d)s.
I knew that it'll be better even
witho(u)t me
j.m
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC